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Too Late: The Masked Heiress Returns

Too Late: The Masked Heiress Returns

Chloe Beaumont's adopted sister, Victoria, handed her a glass of champagne with a sweet smile right before the violent car crash. Victoria and Chloe's fiancé, Asher, left her in the freezing rain with broken ribs and a dislocated arm, certain she would die. When Chloe dragged her bleeding, mud-caked body back to the estate three days later, her family didn't offer a shred of comfort. Instead, Victoria squeezed out fake tears, claiming Chloe had gone insane. "Mother! Chloe came back and started saying these crazy things, and then she attacked me!" Her stepmother slapped her, her brothers called her a disgrace, and her father coldly watched as they accused Chloe of faking her horrific wounds for attention. They even conspired to marry her off to a dying, reclusive heir just to clear the path for Victoria's grand engagement. Looking at their disgusted faces, Chloe's usually warm eyes turned to ice. She finally understood that her own family never cared if she lived or died; they only wanted her out of the way. But she wasn't the weak, naive girl they thought they had broken. Using her hidden skills, Chloe meticulously painted a grotesque, permanent-looking burn scar across her cheek. She picked the lock of her bedroom door and headed straight for Victoria and Asher's lavish engagement party. If they wanted to treat her like a ruined monster, she would use that mask to tear their perfect, glittering world to shreds.
THE BADASS BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE

THE BADASS BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE

When Valdez asked Evangeline Swiss to be their surrogate, they had no idea they were related in a whole twisted plot. Their families were tangled in a way that was dangerous but unknown to them. Their coming together wasn't meant to be. The instant their relationship became public; series of events began to unfold that threatened not just their relationship but their very existence. For billionaire Jason Valdez, getting a surrogate was the last thing he wanted. Heck, he was losing his wife. Who cares about raising a child? But he had a dying wish to keep. His wife; Ellen needed him to be happy and, on her dying bed, pushed the Swiss lady to her. Judging by their first meeting, he had nothing nice to say about Evangeline Swiss, blond, savvy and a curvy woman who wears her heart on her face. Evangeline Swiss, a smart business tycoon, ended a successful business meeting with shocking news. The Internet was splattered with naked pictures of her best friend and her boyfriend. It was a bitter pill she was forced to swallow. So, when told about a surrogacy proposal, she found the idea interesting. So, for fun, she chose to be one. What she didn't expect was falling in love with the hooded blue-eyed father of her baby. And just when she was settling into the rhythm of their romance, the storm rises. She wonders if their coming together was not even manipulated from the beginning. And how was she to face this history their families shared despite the odds? Would these two souls find peace amidst the raging wars all around them? And can they make their relationship work despite shocking revelations that threaten to force them apart?
Catch Me If You Can Enego

Catch Me If You Can Enego

After getting chased by dogs and getting shot. I was called to the boss's office to give me another mission. Hi, I'm Shinhe Harukio, and if you think my name is too girly then don't talk to me because I don't give a f*ck. And of course, if you guessed that I'm half Japanese and half Filipino then you guessed right, my love. Im 27 years old. Im an assassin and a spy. I work for this secret company for years and im one of the top 2. I have a long obsidian hair like a girl. I braided it so it wouldn't get me distracted when shooting. "Ah! Shine, my favorite assassin." The boss flung both of his hands in the air welcoming me. "The one and only." I said proudly crossing my arms showing off my confidence. "Haha! Come let me treat you to some barbecue." The boss said and I groaned. "What's that? When you're free, you'll have me do something." I pout as he sighs then chuckles. "You really know me." He laughs but then nods. "But yeah, you guessed it right.." I groaned and ran my fingers through my long obsidian hair. "What is that?" I asked raising my one eyebrow. "Well, this is simple, no killing or stealing, I just want you to do is..---" he shows some picture of some big pearl in his tablet. "this. As you can see this is the pearl that we have been losing these past 2 years when the company got robbed." I nodded in agreement. "I want you to bet some big money at the betting market to get that back." He threw 2 big cases of money in front of me then smiled. "That's 50 million exactly." He grins at me and I frown. "We can just steal it back, why do we need to bet some money over it." I huff. "The market has a big guard over there and a lot of protection and securities." He sighs. "Now if you don't want it.. then, i guess i could just give this mission to the top 1.." he said and i started to get angry and sighs. "ALRIGHT!" I yelled. And before I knew it. I was riding into a very nice sports car towards the betting market with full of rich people. I wore a black suit that very much suits me and I braided my hair. I arrived at the place and I saw a crowded rich people already betting on a painting. I got passed through some people by saying excuse me and placing myself in front of the stage. After the betting the painting got sold for 10 million "Tsk. So cheap." I mumbled. After the painting got sent to the owner, the next betting item is the pearl my boss has been looking for. My eyes widened at how beautiful and shiny it was. The people started to get awestruck and started betting some large money. A guy behind me yelled. "10 million." His voice is cold and stern but loud. Not to mention his face is attractive. The seller was about to sell it to him when I yelled. "11 million!" All eyes went to me and the guy from behind me chuckled and I looked at him smirking. "20 million." The guy immediately said. The crowd went silent, the silence got replaced by the seller. "20 million? Anyone wants to go any higher? Going once.. going twi-" before the seller could even finish his sentence I spoke. "30 million." The seller was about to sell it to me when the guy from behind me yelled. "35 million." I glared at the guy and yelled. "50 million!!" The crowd looked at me with shock and the guy from behind me looked at me smirking. "50 million! Anyone wants to bet any higher? Going once.. going twice.." The crowd went to shock when the guy from behind me spoke. "200 million." The seller clapped and I looked at the guy shocked. "Sold to Mr. Iñego!"
The Cold Superstar Demands A Second Chance

The Cold Superstar Demands A Second Chance

Avery had spent the last decade building her career from nothing to become a top-tier television host. But overnight, a fabricated lie turned her entire life to ash. A drunken celebrity she barely knew publicly claimed his devotion to her, while his girlfriend posted fake screenshots framing Avery as a homewrecker. The backlash was immediate and ruthless. The network handed her an indefinite suspension. Luxury brands terminated her endorsement deals, leaving her facing millions of dollars in penalty claims. Paparazzi swarmed her building, and angry fans screamed insults at her car. Facing absolute bankruptcy, her manager offered one suicide mission out: join a trashy celebrity dating reality show where the very girl who framed her was starring as the fragile victim. Avery was suffocating under the humiliation of being ruined for a crime she didn't commit. But the final twist of the knife came when Graham, her ex-boyfriend and now a global pop superstar, unexpectedly returned to the network. On live television, he announced to the world that he was back for his "first love"—an outsider with a pure soul. Avery's heart flatlined, knowing he couldn't possibly mean the scandalous, ruined woman she had become. The vulnerability vanished from her eyes, replaced by a cold, hard sheet of ice. She turned her back on the blinding stage lights and texted her manager. "Get the contract ready. I'm signing it today." She was walking into a coliseum, but this time, she would be the one holding the knife.
Divorcing The Billionaire: My Spectacular Comeback

Divorcing The Billionaire: My Spectacular Comeback

I thought my cold marriage to billionaire Ernst Winters was finally thawing after a night of unexpected intimacy. But the next morning, he threw a check in my face, accusing me of drugging his water just to get pregnant. Desperate to prove my innocence, I confronted my adoptive mother, who had been in our room that night. Instead of defending me, she fell to her knees in front of Ernst, crying fake tears. "She did this once before, you know, just to get you to marry her. We can't let Haley stand in the way of your happiness with Keely any longer." Ernst looked at me like I was a monster. I was chased out into the rain, hit by his car, and left to rot in a hospital bed while they threw a lavish welcome party for my cousin Keely's return. Stripped of my marriage and family, I tried to start over by applying to a prestigious design firm. But the interviewer publicly humiliated me, throwing my portfolio on the floor and calling me a cheap plagiarist. When I looked up the genius new designer I supposedly copied, my blood ran cold. It was Keely. She hadn't just orchestrated the end of my marriage; she had stolen my graduation portfolio and claimed my entire life's work as her own. The grief vanished, replaced by a cold, hard fury. My original, hand-drawn sketches were still locked in a storage box in my adoptive mother's attic. It was time to go back and burn their perfect little world to the ground.